On the way home to send Jiang Yinglian, he saw a group of people surrounding him on the street. "What's going on up ahead?" Plagued by curiosity, Jiang Yinglian opened the car door, and He Sheng hurriedly put her coat on, afraid that she would catch a cold. Finally squeezed into the crowd and saw a boy confessing to another girl. "xxx, would you like to be my girlfriend and accompany me through the difficult years." The boy knelt down on one knee, the bright red rose bouquet stung Jiang Yinglian's memories, the scene in front of him became more and more unclear, and it was the boy who came to mind.

That boy used to confess to her in public, roses, candles, kneeling on one knee, the scene of countless girls' dreams, Jiang Yingpian couldn't help refusing. She thought they would last forever, but she didn't expect that just half a year later, this boy was caught cheating on another girl.

Thinking of all kinds of warm scenes with him, her nose was sore, and her eyes couldn't help but moisten, Jiang Yinglian subconsciously bit her lip, and the real pain could make her more sober. Thinking about himself again, he couldn't help but be disgusted with his current self, he couldn't control his own destiny, and he even had to get married and fall in love with someone arranged by his parents, Jiang Yinglian felt that he was a puppet, leaving only an empty shell, and he didn't even know where his soul went. She smiled self-deprecatingly, perhaps, this was fate.

He Sheng looked at the person in front of him staring blankly into the distance, there were bitter tears in the corners of his eyes, and his heart felt like he had been stabbed, he wanted to care about her, but what identity did he use? Friend? Boyfriend? Fiance? How can he comfort her even if he can't tell his identity, and what qualifications does he have to comfort her?

"Let's go." I don't know when, Jiang Yinglian turned around and said to He Sheng. Looking at the roses falling all over the ground in front of him, He Sheng also came back to his senses and opened the car door for Jiang Yinglian.

The journey was smooth, but the atmosphere in the car also dropped to freezing, Jiang Yinglian was reluctant to say, and He Sheng couldn't speak. Until Jiang Yinglian arrived home, the two never said a word again. Until I got out of the car, "Don't come to me these days, the editorial department has a lot of things waiting for me to do." He Sheng's deep eyes turned, his throat was bitter, and he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally only said "good".

Seeing the lights in Jiang Yinglian's room turned on, He Sheng picked up the phone, "Secretary Gao, you... Help me check Jiang Yinglian's previous love history. "Okay." As soon as you step on the accelerator, the car is gone.

Jiang Yinglian returned home, locked herself in the room, squatted on the ground, and hugged herself tightly, at this moment, she was more like a homeless child, which was distressing. She wept silently so that her family would not hear her, and she would be afraid of herself. I don't know how long I cried, in a daze, Jiang Yinglian fell asleep and had a dream.